In mid-autumn and August, the golden cinnamon is fragrant, and there is still a trace of hot autumn wind, which blows this sweet, soft and greasy breath to every corner of the capital. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info rooftops, treetops, and even the flowing water of the moat, all float with the fragrance of cinnamon.

At this time, people who live in the capital will always smile a little ridiculously: "The osmanthus flowers in Sancai Lane are blooming again, and the fragrance of the capital is greasy." I don't know who can win the Toad Palace this year! ”

First-timers don't understand, ask what the hell is going on.

Someone happily and with a little mystery accosted: "Brother, you just came to the capital." ”

Seeing that people nodded, he continued to chatter: "You outsiders don't know the origin of Sancai Lane, but it is famous in the capital!" Come on, come on, I'll tell you more carefully. ”

It is said that the Taizu of this dynasty was born recklessly, he has no lack of strength, and he is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, but he does not know a basket of words.

As the saying goes, practice martial arts in troubled times, and learn literature in prosperous times.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the proclamation of the emperor, Taizu deeply felt that civil and martial arts were indispensable for the long-term stability of the country, so he was extremely courteous and virtuous, vigorously developed the imperial examination, and promoted talented people.

In a dilapidated alley in the capital, a father and son are thrifty and love poetry and books. During the war, all the people fled for their lives with gold and silver, but the father and son were the only ones who could not bear to leave with a room full of books.

It is also the opportunity of the monarch and the minister, after the founding of the Taizu country, he opened Enke, and he did not stick to one pattern to reduce talents, but all talented people are not good. The father and son met a good time, and once the carp jumped into the dragon gate, shocking the whole capital.

Taizu likes talents, and he likes that the father and son have made a good start to their own imperial examinations, and with a wave of the royal pen, not only the father and son have added officials to the knighthood, but also gave the name of the alley where they live as Sancai Lane, which was popular for a while.

The noble families who followed Taizu to fight the country, especially those who relied on the dragon's merit to be knighted, but did not actually have much real power, saw this, in order to welcome Taizu, and secondly, they also wanted to raise a few scholars to extend the family blessings, and they all rushed to Sancai Alley.

There are also people who don't know where to hear the allusions, planting laurel trees all over their yards, praying for the family children to win the laurels.

One person starts, everyone follows suit, a few years down, the whole Sancai Lane is surrounded by the laurel tree, a golden autumn, into the eyes of golden, a fragrant fragrance, magnificent, poured into the capital a scene, attracted countless visitors fascinated.

Some people jokingly call Sancai Lane Jingui Lane.

But the noble families who moved into Sancai Lane are almost all reckless horsemen like Taizu, relying on the merits of the dragon to rank the noble family, and the real family cannot be compared at all, there is no foundation, and the qualifications of the children of the family are mediocre.

With the founding of more than half a hundred countries, Sancai Lane not only has a few people who have passed the Jinshi examination, but also the limited few Jinshi are mostly aborigines of Sancai Lane, and the scientific examination ranking and later political achievements are not very good.

Later, when everyone mentioned Sancai Lane again, it was mostly ridiculous.

"But this year is different." This person came over and whispered: "The third prince of the Sincere Bo Mansion, he just won the first place in the spring court test this spring, and now he is participating in the township test in the Gongyuan Academy, everyone is speculating whether he can win the championship again and become the first person in the history of Sancai Lane to be the head of the case to understand the Yuan Gong!" ”

The stranger looked at the osmanthus cluster Sancai Lane, full of curiosity.

The flowers are like gold, and the fragrance is ten miles.

The last autumn cicada is still lingering, singing the last hymn of life, hoarse, and impetuous to listen to.

The sincerity of the Bofu, which has attracted much attention because of the head of the case who participated in the township test, is silent and terrifyingly quiet at this time.

In the courtyard in the corner of the Sincerity Uncle's Mansion, there were neatly kneeling mothers-in-law and maids in a courtyard, all of them with their heads bowed, not daring to let out a loud breath.

At the door of the main house, there were several big girls in Tsing Yi with solemn expressions.

There was a low sobbing sound in the room, and it was very moving to hear it.

"That's it! Your third cousin is still panting! What are you mourning here! Mrs. Cui Shi was impetuous, and scolded the woman who was leaning timidly on the maid and crying, and the tassel of the red gold hairpin slanted on the high bun swayed with anger.

The weeping man suddenly raised his head with the reprimand of Mrs. Chengyibo, and his pale little face, the size of a palm, was flushed with urgency and shame, and the pearl-like tears rolled down, lined with a plain dress, which looked more and more touching and pitiful.

When Cui Shi saw her like this, he was even more angry, and he didn't care that the doctor was present, so he said hatefully: "Min Rou, I sincerely serve you with delicious food and drink like a serious master of the Bofu, and it is no worse than Jiao Niang!" You're good, rely on yourself to have a little bit of ......."

"Okay, okay, when are you still noisy! Hurry up and let Doctor Fang see Shuyan's daughter-in-law! The silver-haired lady Min of the Sincere Bofu, who was sitting far away, interrupted Cui's reprimand unhurriedly, steady as Mount Tai, took the tea offered by the maid, and lowered her head and sipped lightly.

Cui Shi gritted his teeth, there was still a filial piety word on his head, and he glared at Min Rou, who was weak, unwillingly, and sat down on the Taishi chair in front of the bed again.

On the bed, lying on the bed is the wife of Liu Zhi, the third son of the Sincerity Mansion, the third grandmother Peng, with a single name and a small character Yu Niang. Because he broke his head in the back garden early in the morning, he bled all over the ground, and he was in a coma and still hasn't woken up.

While diagnosing the pulse, Doctor Fang sighed secretly in his heart, after all, he was not a real family, even if the title was passed down for several generations, once something happened, the reckless demeanor and temperament of the small family and the countryside were still exposed.

But whether it is a real family or a reckless person dressed in the coat of a family, there is never a shortage of disputes and selfishness in the back house. He walked among these high-ranking families all year round and saw a lot.

Doctor Fang Shen carefully diagnosed the pulse, stretched out his hand and stroked his gray beard, and said incomprehensibly: "The third grandmother touched the skull, and she lost too much blood, although according to the pulse, life is safe, but she has not woken up yet, and it is difficult to say whether the condition will worsen." In this case, I'll prescribe a few pills to recuperate. You observe carefully, once the third grandmother is slightly unwell, you will immediately go to the Qianjintang to reply, and the old man will come to check the pulse of the third grandmother. ”

Cui Shi frowned when he heard this, but the words he said were very tactful: "Divine Doctor Fang, you are a well-known 'Wonderful Divine Doctor' in the capital, do you think my little daughter-in-law's illness can be cured?" When will it be cured? ”

Doctor Fang didn't like it in his heart, but his face was gentle, and the words he said made people unable to find a trace of error: "Madam, although the old man has been praised by everyone and is called a 'magic doctor', in the end, he is only a person, not a god. The third grandmother hurt her critical head again, and the old man did not dare to guarantee that the medicine would cure the disease. And"

Doctor Fang paused, and said hesitantly: "And the pulse of the third grandmother seems to be weak and weak, but suddenly it is fluent, smooth as a ball, and it seems to be a happy pulse." However, the pulse is not yet obvious, and for a while, the old man does not dare to determine. This medication naturally has to be considered again and again, and the efficacy will naturally be slower......"